“Tessa, you are a goose; but you are a darling, nevertheless.”

“You do not understand me,” she said, withdrawing her hand.

“I am too humble to expect ever to do that. You have never seen our home. Is it too late to go over the place to-night?”

“I will go with your mother some time; she has described every room to me.”

“Who is that fellow that you were engaged to?”

“He is not a fellow.”

“Who is he?”

“Felix Harrison.”

“Ah!” Then after a pause, “Tell me the whole story.”

The whole story was not long; she began with his school-boy love, speaking in short sentences, words and tone becoming more intense as she went on